Derrick Rose: The Thorn That is the NBA’s 2011 MVP

Derrick Rose

In 2011 the Chicago Bulls beheld its newest star.  He was an athletic young freak with blazing speed and agility both below and above the basket.  His drives required slow motion to adequately digest and his dunks spurred YouTube’s rise as basketball’s new posterization.  He was Derrick freaking Rose.  The team soared with his every achievement.  They posted the best regular season record in the NBA with 62 wins, entered the playoffs as the #1 seed in the East, then lost to the Miami Heat in the conference finals in 5 games.

The loss stung, but the Bulls could hang their coat on their first MVP since Michael Jordan and the youngest recipient of the award in league history.

Funny thing, though, few seem to think twice about it.  Few seem to acknowledge Derrick Rose didn’t really deserve the award, let alone by the absurd margin he won by.  112 of 120 first place votes suggests an all-time dominant season.  For a 22-year-old, former 1st overall pick and Exhibit A of basketball’s new breed of point guard it may very well have been.  Compared to his two nearest competitors it most certainly was not.

Regrettably the byproduct of this discussion is negativity, no doubt to be perceived by many as excessive in light of Rose’s recent injury woes (he’s played 49 games over the past 3 seasons).  This isn’t meant to be a salvo of criticism upon Rose so much as it is against the voting body and it’s regrettable tendencies.  Equally, it’s meant to highlight the superiority of the 2nd and 3rd place finishers, Dwight Howard and LeBron James respectively.

Let’s get the simple number comparison between the top 3 vote getters out of the way early: (View at Your Own Risk)

So there’s that.  I won’t delve into these numbers further since I don’t want to find myself cherry-picking the stats which support my argument, a folly too many commit.  But for what it’s worth I think James clearly outperformed Rose, while Howard mirrored him almost exactly.

In any MVP discussion there needs to be an understanding the definition of “Most Valuable Player” varies from person to person.  Does it reward the best statistical season?  If so which stats?  Does it depend on the team’s record?  What’s the player’s salary?  How marketable are they?  I’ll leave those questions to you.  I’m merely focused on the forgotten narrative, the fascinating blend of ingredients that conspired in Rose’s runaway MVP victory…

Conspirator #1: “The Villain”

As LeBron James continues to ascend the Mount Olympus of NBA greats – as he stars in more and more fuzzy commercials showing his paternal, personable and proletariat side and tacks on to his multiple championships and 5 MVPs, each chipping away at the all but faded opinion he was a choker – it’s easy to forget he was the most detested figure in the NBA.

That was a mere 3 years ago, back when Call Me Maybe was climbing the charts.

Upon issuing his infamous South Beach declaration, the world descended into an incredulous inquisition of the King.  Louis XVI can relate.  The preseason boiled with talking heads and experts postulating the possibilities.  Would the Heat win 75 games?  Would they collapse under the pressure?  Would LeBron or Wade be the alpha dog?  The subtext though was always cynical, or skeptical, and often fanatical.  The fans, you see, devised ways to tear down Colossus.

James endured what may be the most intense season of scrutiny, fickle revisionism and biased criticism in NBA history.  The emergence of social media platforms dove-tailed with 24-hour sports news ensured LeBron remained submerged under a slab of public opinion with no way out, like an intrepid hunter fallen through the ice.  The only air pocket being an NBA championship, it was frozen over by Dirk Nowitzki and the Dallas Mavericks in the Finals, just out of James’s grasp.  Trapped.  Above the critics strode upon the surface, gazing below, mocking LeBron’s every doomed stroke.

While King James put up his worst statistical season in years, that’s like saying The Beatles’ Abbey Road wasn’t Sgt. Pepper’s.  He still posted the best PER and win-shares in the league, among numerous other top 5 category finishes, while helping the Heat to 58 wins and the 2nd seed in the East.  He was the rightful king.

The basketball world took him for granted.  People used the spurned self-pity of the Cleveland faithful to manifest their own self-righteous feelings toward LeBron, the “spoiled star athlete.”  Detractors would overrate the influence of Wade and Bosh on LeBron’s successes, and underrate it on his failures.  Writers acknowledged the clamor for the guillotine, heeded the feedback from its critical, mistaken readers and voted for Rose, as if making a statement on behalf of the masses and shunning the future certainty people would actually double-check the statistics and judge their work with equal blog-worthy disdain.

That’s me.

Howard meanwhile, though not the hated man he became a year later when he began engaging in childish antics with the Orlando Magic about whether he would stay with the team or become a free agent, encountered another type of bias…

Conspirator #2: Misevaluation of Defense

Howard vs. LeBron

Offense draws eyeballs.  Fans in every sport since the dawn of time have thirsted for the glamour and drama of the attack.  Understandable, but defense is of equal importance.  When determining the league’s most valuable player, it’s an often minimized characteristic when the ballots are cast.

Now, Derrick Rose was an able defender in 2011.  Some even argue he was vastly underrated.  Either way he falls short when compared to the elite – as in the 2 best defenders in the league elite.

Both Howard and LeBron were fierce in their own end of the court in 2010-11, earning themselves 1st All-Defensive Team nods while occupying top spots in most defensive metrics.

James is unfortunately never given the proper credit for his defense.  At multiple points in his career he’s been both the best offensive player and defensive player in the league.  His ability to guard opponent’s best players consistently – regardless of position – is nearly unprecedented.  Even so, the outdated notion only a big man can be the best defensive player persists.

Howard, though, is a big man.  In 2011 he was a paragon of defensive dominance, winning his third consecutive Defensive Player of the Year Award.  He did so while maintaining excellent offensive production (FT% and passing ability besides), leading the Magic to the 4th best record in the East.  If Rose received credit for improving his defense, D12 should’ve felt the love for his offense.

So defense wasn’t given it’s proper due, what else is new?  Surely there was something else aiding Rose’s cause…

Conspirator #3: The Boredom Complex

Sports writers have a propensity to, at times randomly and at other times prompted by the slightest change in perceived momentum toward another competitor, vote for someone undeserving of a major award.

Co-conspiring against James and Howard were their trophy cases.  James won the previous two MVPs, Howard the previous two DPOY awards.  When it comes to award season, recent success actually hurts a player’s chances.

Howard’s 3rd defensive distinction in 2011 impacted his MVP vote totals, too.  “If I vote Howard for DPOY I can vote someone else for MVP” was the likely thought process, instead of allowing the award to help his case for MVP.

For James it would’ve been along the lines of “Well he always wins it, and he’ll win more in the future… let someone else have it.”  Even when looking at this year’s MVP decision between Kevin Durant and LeBron, doesn’t it seem odd the vote ended in a landslide?  I mean 119 first place votes to 6 in favor of Durant?  Sure he deserved to win, but it was a dead heat for most of the season.  Someone even voted LeBron 3rd behind Blake Griffin!  Maybe I’m looking too much into it, but voter shadiness is beyond frustrating.

You know the league loves it, too.  The more MVPs and new stars the more marketing opportunities.  Routine is boring, even if it’s exceptional.  People want the next big thing, and in this case a young athletic point guard fit the bill perfectly.  He embodied boredom’s antithetical sibling: excitement.

There is no denying Rose’s ability to draw one out of his or her seat.  He was widely regarded as the most exciting player on the court, thanks to his equine abilities.  But the brightest coals don’t produce the most heat, and the voters let the shiny object distract them from the best toys in the play pen.

Conspirator #4: The “He’s Does More With Less” Misnomer

The popular axiom of the year was the notion Chicago had inferior talent compared to the other contenders; that is, Derrick Rose prodded the Bulls’ success in spite of his teammates.  Much of this was incorrectly based upon Chicago’s previous season when they finished 8th place and endured a quick 1st round exit thanks to the LeBron-helmed Cleveland Cavaliers.  But during the offseason the Bulls were not idle, nor were they sitting with a bunch of plugs on their roster.

Rose (With Other Good Players)

Rose (With Other Good Players)

Joakim Noah

Today he’s widely considered one of the best centers in the association, and he possessed the same talent in 2011 that makes him the Bulls’ best player in 2014.  His defensive prowess, rebounding bravura, and impeccable passing skills were all present during Rose’s peak, though less developed.  The point is Derrick Rose had an emerging superstar to help him out down low, something most guards never have the luxury of.

Luol Deng

While no superstar, Deng was one of the best secondary options in the NBA for years.  He was a perfect fit for Chicago’s defensive system under Tom Thibodeau, guarding the perimeter and providing effective offense, especially when left open during a Rose assault to the lane.  He would become a two-time All-Star in 2012 and 2013.

Carlos Boozer

If LeBron stayed in Cleveland, Boozer would’ve garnered far more headlines as one of the biggest offseason moves of the year.  Chicago signed him to a 5-year, $80 million contract after all.  Instead, the former US Olympian was virtually forgotten, left to “succeed quietly” for the Bulls while “the Heatles” hogged all of the attention.

The rest of the roster was admittedly poor, but it still had 3-ball specialist Kyle Korver, Turkish import Omar Asik, a rookie Taj Gibson and veteran Ronnie Brewer.

The Heat, beyond the Big 3, had the superstars known as Mario Chalmers, Zydrunas Ilgauskus, Udonis Haslem and about a dozen other veteran misfits fighting over the scraps of the head table.  Hardly impressive.

The Magic had a lot of names you’d recognize, but if you can transport yourself back to 2011 you’ll remember Howard’s best wingman was Jameer Nelson.  Yikes.  Ryan Anderson wasn’t Ryan Anderson yet.  Vince Carter was still “post-Nets Vince Carter,” and guys like Hedo Turkoglu and JJ Redick didn’t do anything out of the ordinary.

The Bulls’ pieces fit.  While they certainly didn’t have the star power of the Miami Heat, they were a far cry better than claimed, and borderline dominant next to the lack of skill Dwight Howard had around him in Orlando. Either way stop with the no talent junk.  Especially when…

Conspirator #5: Nobody Knew Coach Thibodeau Was Amazing

Thibodeau

When the Bulls vaulted to 62-20 and the #1 seed, everyone pointed to D-Rose.  What else could it be?  “Sure Thibodeau is doing fine work” they’d say, “but it’s not hard when you have Derrick Rose.”

If you polled the same people again today, how many would change their answer?

Tom Thibodeau was a first-year head coach, brought over from the Boston Celtics after years serving and learning under Doc Rivers.  Today he is regarded as one of the top coaches in the league.  His defensive schemes and ability to inspire maximum effort and responsibility to the team are renowned.

Having Rose in ’10-’11 was nice, but recent history shows he wasn’t vital.  The Bulls have accomplished the following since Rose went down during the 2011-2012 season:

2012: Repeated as the #1 seed and tied for the best record in the NBA, losing to the 8th-seeded 76ers in 6 games after Rose was re-injured in Game 1 and Noah missed Games 4-6 with a foot injury.

2013: Won 47 games and the 5th seed, losing to the Heat in Round 2 despite Rose missing the entire season.

2014: After Rose went down for the season after only 10 games, the Bulls went on to win 48 games and the 4th seed, losing to the Washington Wizards in Round 1.

This doesn’t mean Derrick Rose isn’t valuable.  You don’t see any NBA titles or Finals appearances in the above list, and his absence may be the reason why.  This is merely to show how effective Thibodeau was and is as a coach, how he’s been able to overcome and succeed despite losing his best player – to show Chicago’s real 2011 MVP didn’t wear a uniform.

I think we can all agree 2010-2011 presented us with one of the most contentious MVP races in recent memory.  I hate pushing back against a genuinely superb year for our victor, Derrick Rose, and 2,200 words seems unnecessary when looking at his individual and team accomplishments, but I can’t deny my hatred for mercurial hype in the face of logic.  Would LeBron have won had he been traded to the Heat, or if he broke the news of his signing in a statement?  Would Howard have won if he made more highlight reel plays, or didn’t play in Orlando?  What if Tom Thibodeau was in his 2nd year as the Bulls head coach?  What if it was 2001, without 24-hour sports coverage, Twitter and blogs (#hypocritesighting)?

Does it matter?  Probably not, but it’s fun to talk about.  The factors may be too many to weigh, but I’m convinced Derrick Rose’s side of the scale had 5 helping fingers pressing it down.

So The NHL Genie Gives You 3 Wishes…

Suspend your disbelief a moment and pretend I’m Aladdin.  First of all, don’t act like you’ve never fantasized yourself as a Disney character; and second, this post will be far more entertaining if every word is Tinker Bell-ed with the magic of Walt.

So I’m Aladdin.  Suspend your disbelief further and imagine I’m also a hockey fan.  And I like candy sunsets.  With unicorn rainbows.  Because imagination is fun.

It goes without saying life is pretty tough on the streets living a nefarious existence as a thief with only a monkey and some puck to entertain myself.  But I can dream!  I can dream of a better life, Princess Jasmine and a strap for Abu’s hat!  I can also dream of a better NHL, because whom among any serious hockey fan doesn’t postulate over ways to improve the great frozen game?

Well imagine I’m cast into a cave (my basement) filled with endless treasure (my sports memorabilia) thanks to the shady Jafar (fate).  Before my imprisonment I happen to steal the magic lamp, upon which I give a casual rub, and POOF! – a mix of Robin Williams, Casper and the Blue Man Group emerges with a fine song and dance routine.

Aladdin on Ice

…on ice

Yadda yadda yadda, I get three wishes.  Now Jasmine can wait, and as the only Persian hockey fan in the 16th century I have a lot of issues with winter’s favorite game.  But I have to pick three.

Naturally I decide to use them all to fix the NHL schedule…

WISH #1: START EVERY REGULAR SEASON SEPTEMBER 1st

One of the NHL’s key problems is its failure to maximize its exposure on the sports calendar.  They probably think they’re doing a fine job, of course, but they would also be Iago in this story.

As it stands, the season is 9 months long from training camp to Stanley Cup parade.  It stacks right on top (or rather below) the NFL season, the NBA season, March Madness and various other events like The Masters.  Obviously, it’s impossible to avoid scheduling conflicts entirely, but the NHL needs a serious fine tuning in order to command as much attention as possible.

A good place to start is, well, the start of the season.  In places where hockey measures (Canada and the northern US), autumn starts in September.  People are ready for hockey in September.  Folks start to get excited for the NHL in August, then September rolls around and they have to endure 3 weeks of training camp and a horrid preseason.  Why?  When kids everywhere begin their minor hockey seasons, why do the pros lag behind?  Many of the league’s coaches and players admit they don’t need 8 preseason games.  They’ve already been training for weeks, the people want it, so what’s the holdup?

Start training camps in mid August, cut the preseason in half (4 games) and begin September 1st.  The playoffs would then begin in early March and finish in mid-late May, shifting the focus in their favor.

Sept 1st

The fixed start date is important.  The way it is now, no one knows when the season begins.  Some years it’s the first week of October while in others like an Olympics season it’s the second week.  Stop it.  Picking one opening night and sticking with it, whether it’s on the weekend or a Tuesday, will add consistency and a powerful branding tool to breed more fans.  It provides something to look forward to on a yearly basis.  You won’t notice the results the first year, or the second, but in time even the most casual hockey fan will come to know September 1st as the first day of hockey, much like Christmas Day has become known for the NBA or American Thanksgiving for the NFL.

But Magic Carpet Points Out: “What about the start of the NFL season?”

True, the NFL season begins in early September as well.  The first Thursday after Labor Day in fact.  So what?  Week 2 of the NFL preseason dwarfs NHL regular season numbers in the US (For example, one of the lowest rated NFL preseason games of 2013 earned a 4.2 rating, while the recent Maple Leafs vs. Red Wings “Winter Classic” earned a 2.5).  Beginning the season in the build-up to the NFL’s kickoff hardly matters.  Besides, the 1st is before Labor Day so you’ll actually beat football to the punch.

On this note, why in the name of Raja does the NHL schedule hockey on Superbowl Sunday?  Or during the final round of The Masters?  We know the dates of those events like 5 years in advance – pick another day.  If this sounds subservient then get real, hockey was just listed behind auto racing in the US in terms of popularity.  Pick your spots, don’t pick a fight you’ll lose.

WISH #2 – REDUCE SEASON TO 58 GAMES (HOME-AND-HOME AGAINST EACH TEAM)

Even those crazy Brits agree…

Obviously.  Hockey shouldn’t be played in May, let alone June.  Seemingly everyone agrees with this.  Fans, players, whomever.  In what universe, real or Disney, do people want to watch hockey when it’s 70+ degrees outside?  They don’t.  Not even Canadians do.

Owners do, of course, and while I agree with making money and all I sincerely doubt the current situation screams dollar signs.  In Economics 101 parlance, I doubt the marginal utility of the number of games played is at its peak (this is the part when a better journalist would provide you with charts and graphs backing up their claim).  The product is over-saturated.  There is no scarcity.

It shouldn’t surprise anyone part of the NFL’s ridiculous success can be attributed to the fact it is – by far – the most palatable sport of the major 3 1/2.  Its schedule is the most agreeable with the way we consume our entertainment.  16 games over 17 weeks plus playoffs.  Games played almost entirely on Sundays.  6 months from training camp to Super Bowl.  It’s easy to fit into the schedule and conducive to interaction on social media, around the water cooler or with your future Sultan father-in-law at Thanksgiving dinner.

To remind you, the NHL is 9 months from training camp to Stanley Cup… NINE.  The games are scattered haphazardly throughout the week, making constant schedule checks necessary if you want to know when you’re favorite team plays (more on this in Wish #3).  So few – let alone the younger target audience – have patience for this.

Play each team once in each other’s barns.  29 opponents.  58 games.

But Abu Points Out: “What about the owners?  Would they ever go for this?”

Good question, biped.

It will probably take Jafar’s hypnotic staff to convince owners less games would strengthen hockey’s demand.  But surely there are some who can see 58 games would drastically increase each game’s importance and decrease player injury risk?  Surely there are owners who realize live rights in television and internet is the future, not admissions and concessions?

Yes a leap of faith is required… “One Jump” if you will.  Even the Genie will have a hard time with this one.

WISH #3 – EACH TEAM PLAYS TUESDAY, THURSDAY & SATURDAY

Calendar

“Wensdays” are for Steve Buscemi

Dovetailing with my first 2 wishes, predictability is essential to the modern audience.  The NFL plays on Sunday, The Masters takes place the first weekend of April, and Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest goes down on the 4th of July.  These are glorious spectacles and even casual fans know what’s up.

I mapped it all out.  If each team plays every Tuesday, Thursday & Saturday (note there are no NFL Sundays to contend with) then with our September 1st start date and 58 games the NHL will finish their regular season at the end of January – and that’s including a week off for Christmas!

Cue the “Prince Ali ” entrance music!

There are so many good elements to this:

1) The fans will love it.  Imagine, you will know when your favorite teams plays!  And so will Hakim and he’s just a fringe fan in order to have something in common with his guards.

2) The players and team staffs will love it… and just think, the owners could likely leverage this with a better deal in the CBA.

3) Gambling will increase… Maybe even by a lot (this is a good thing for driving interest in your sport).  With so many games played each game night it’s a gambler’s dream.  Gazeem would approve.

4) The playoffs will be center stage.  Hockey is blessed to have the stigma its playoffs are one of the best there is, so why minimize it by casting it into the sunny distraction that is summer?

With this schedule you can begin the playoffs first thing in February (but after the Superbowl), thus ending in early April.  The March Madness conflict will now only apply to hockey’s final rounds (the first rounds are the highest rated anyway) and the Cup will be handed out before The Masters and before the NBA begins its postseason.

A whole new world…

But Raja Points Out: “Actually I got nothin’ this makes too much sense.”

BONUS WISH – MAKE THE ALL STAR GAME THE ONLY OUTDOOR GAME… ON NEW YEAR’S DAY

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Oh I tricked the Genie into 1 more wish again!

Outdoor hockey is good times.  It’s the only time hockey is allowed to wax poetic about itself without the baseball community setting the world on fire in a territorial rage.  But in a year with SIX outdoor contests, about 254 television profiles on “How they Build the Rink!” and the weather forecasts a constant league-wide obsession it’s safe to say the “Winter Classic” is becoming redundant.  Sure it’s fun for the host city and sure it’s a cash cow, but by next year it will seem like every team and their affiliates will have hosted a “Winter Classic” since Breaking Bad ended, so let’s pull on the reins.

This isn’t another attempt to cure the woes of the All-Star game.  Until you give each player a strong incentive to try, it’ll remain the indolent time killer it is.  No, this is to add even more pomp and circumstance to the exhibition it is, sparing everyone the need to apologize for the lack of on-ice entertainment.  Continue to rotate cities and venues.  Continue to have the fantasy draft selection process.  Just hold the game outdoors and on New Years Day.

As with the September 1st start date, the branding potential for a fixed All-Star Game is huge.  In a few short years the NHL will own at least one day in January, one more day than it currently owns at any point during the regular season.

But Abu Points Out: “What about the skills competition and World Juniors conflict?”

As for the skills competition, who wouldn’t love an outdoor NYE skills competition?  Sure the terrible ice and potential inclement weather will make it worse, but until the NHL implements the old NBA policy of inviting the best players at their respective skills – All-Star or not – no one will remember the winners anyway.

The World Juniors is the real wrench in this plan.  Canadians are so infatuated with the holiday season tournament it will be hard to lure their eyes toward All-Star weekend.  America on the other hand doesn’t seem to care about the WJC, so what have you got to lose?

Genie

… So after 4 wishes we have a significantly shorter, predictable and therefore desirable NHL season.  The season will start the same day every year, with 58 games played over 3-game weeks with a holiday break in between.  The season will finish right as the snow melts.  And to top it off we’ll have an outdoor New Years Day All-star exhibition.

Simple wishes even a street rat dream up.  Now I just need that lamp…

The Most Game-Changing Athletes In The Last 20 Years

People like to debate the best.  Deciding the best movies, best restaurants or best bands is sure to spurn you into the cranium’s filing cabinet like little else.  If I say Catcher in the Rye is the greatest American novel ever, you’ll have a list of reasons why it’s The Great Gatsby.  Well nothing gets a sports fan leaning across the table in anticipation faster than posing the question, “Who is the best athlete of all time?”

John Daly Is Probably Your Answer

If You Said John Daly, You Win

There are variations of the above query, each as engaging as the next.  So I pose my own challenge:  Who are the most game-changing athletes of the last 20 years?

Game-changing is not the same as best.  It’s more like transcendent.  You need to think of athletes who weren’t just good, but who changed the way people thought about his or her sport.  Who started trends lasting years into their careers or after they retired?  Who could force you to jump out of your seat and think “I may never see something like this again.”  There aren’t many.  Entertainment is the key component.  We watch sports because it involves the extraordinary.  The funniest comedians or the most inspirational films are often the most original, as are the most awe-inspiring athletes; those who can do what most cannot.

In the interest of time and effort, I’ll keep it to the four major sports, so don’t cry when you notice an absent Tiger Woods, Jonah Lomu or Serena Williams below, to name a few.  So, beginning with two exceptions, here are the most game-changing athletes, in the 4 major North American sports, of the last 20 years:

Special Exceptions:

Bo Jackson and Deion Sanders.  These guys, both NFL and MLB stars, made ordinary single-sport athletes boring.  While there were many baseball/football professionals before them (and a handful afterward), Bo and Deion rectified the feat at the highest level in the modern era.  They put the marketing money machine into overdrive.  We love multi-sport athletes because God wasn’t supposed to make stars in more than one, especially sports requiring such a special blend of size, strength, agility and speed.

Bo Jackson was simply better than everyone else, and is arguably the best athlete of the 20th century.  The brightest flames burn fastest, however, as he was only around a few years before a dislocated hip he suffered during a football game in 1991 essentially ended his career.  Yet before his retirement(s) he became an all-star in both the NFL and MLB, the only person to do so.  He was also an elite track star in college, and he holds the record for the fastest 40-yard dash time at the NFL Combine at 4.12 seconds, an absurd quality in light of his massive build.

Absurd

Above: Absurd

His numbers, frankly, are modest, but anyone who watched Bo play could see beyond the statistics.  In baseball he compiled a career .250 average with 141 home runs in 694 games.  The homers are nice (could he have hit 500?), but his career 841 strikeouts, .309 OBP and .474 OPS are nothing special.  Yet along with his obvious power advantage, it was his base-running and fielding abilities that set him apart, thanks to his conflagrant speed and Hellboy arm.  He probably would’ve broke YouTube if he and his many highlights occurred today.

Even though he preferred baseball, many argue Jackson’s real prowess was in football (Bo considered playing football in the offseason a “hobby”).  After winning the Heisman trophy in 1985, capping off a historic four-year run at Auburn, he began his NFL career with the LA Raiders two years later.  As a backup to Hall-of-Famer Marcus Allen, he dazzled in 4 NFL seasons by way of some of the most dominant running performances ever seen on a football field.  He would bowl over linebackers then sprint past defensive backs, seemingly mutating mid-run from tractor halfback to Ducati wideout.

The spectacle around him was intense.  “Bo Knows” is an iconic marketing campaign, vaulting Nike ahead of Reebok and redefining what people thought about the potential of the human body.  He even tried his hand at semi-pro basketball to push the multi-sport angle before focusing on his baseball comeback.  Due to injuries and his attempt to balance two jobs, he remains the epitome of the “What if?” athlete….

Deion Sanders would often say “football is my wife and baseball is my mistress.”  While he never came close in baseball to his Hall of Fame career in football, “Prime Time” joined, and ultimately succeeded, Bo Jackson as the face of the dual-sport athlete.

Primetime

Not That He Craved The Attention Or Anything…

In baseball, he relied on his track star speed to be effective (coincidentally, his 4.27 second Combine time stood 2nd behind Bo Jackson’s record for 16 years).  However, effective was all one could really call him, and not even that since he played over 100 games just once in his 9-year career.  He led the league in triples in 1992 with 14 and finished second in the NL with 56 stolen bases in 1997, but his career highlight came during the 1992 World Series when he hit .533 with a broken foot bone.

In football he is perhaps the best cornerback of all time.  Maybe the best punt/kick returner too.  Not bad.  He racked up over 5500 punt/kick return yards with 9 TDs, and, while this is an incomplete measure of a defensive back, 53 career interceptions with 9 TDs.  Oh yeah, he also had over 700 career receiving yards.  He won the Defensive Player of the Year in 1994 and was an All-Pro an obscene 8 times.  He won a Superbowl with the 49ers in ’94 and with the Cowboys in ’95.

Needless to say, “Neon Deion” was an incredible athlete.  Like Jackson, the endorsement angle garnered him a massive amount of attention, boosted by his flamboyant personality and famous “do-rag.”  It’s hard to imagine an athlete garnering more of a following over such a large percentage of the sports world.

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Alright, with those two out of the way, let’s get to the “mere” single sport game-changers:

National Football League

I’ll start with the NFL because it’s the easiest.  It’s Michael Vick and it isn’t close.

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We’ll Leave The Dog Fighting Stuff Out Of It

First of all, it has to be a quarterback.  Running backs run, wide receiver catch, and defenders tackle and create turnovers.  Those are generalizations, obviously, but it doesn’t matter.  Quarterbacks have and always will dominate the game.  When you throw Vick into the cauldron, someone who at his peak could throw as hard as anyone and be literally the fastest player on the field most games he played in, the new concoction posed an unprecedented challenge to NFL defenses.

Once selected with the 1st overall pick in the 2001 draft by the Atlanta Falcons, Vick quickly became the game’s biggest star.  His running ability was exhilarating, and when healthy he racked up numerous rushing records.  In 2006, the only season he played all 16 games, he became the only QB in history to rush for over 1000 yards.

He saturated the headlines and significantly influenced the direction of the league.  Since 2001, how many teams have sought out, or at least secretly desired, running quarterbacks to build their teams around?  Most of them is the correct answer.  The scoring potential is simply too great, to say nothing of the potential ticket sales.  Fans are fickle, entranced by the “next big thing.”  Alex Smith, Philip Rivers, Ben Roethlisberger, Vince Young and JaMarcus Russell were all selected with top picks, all of them “dual-threat” helmsmen.  It’s a big reason why NFL teams still can’t seem to give up on Tim Tebow.  In fact, Vick was so dynamic at the pro level, college teams soon realized they could recruit the best athletic quarterbacks if they tailored their offenses around the Vick prototype, since those QBs would have a greater chance of being drafted.  Chris Ault’s University of Nevada pistol offense, famous for popularizing the read-option with Colin Kaepernick, is a great example of this.  Today, a new wave of athletic quarterbacks like Cam Newton, Robert Griffin III, Russell Wilson and the aforementioned Kaepernick are the league’s poster boys.  Even Andrew Luck, a good runner himself and the best pocket passing college quarterback since Peyton Manning, has his doubters because his running ability doesn’t match those of the above group.

Sure there were other dynamic running quarterbacks in our 20-year window.  Steve Young, Randall Cunningham and Donovan McNabb, amongst others, were around before Vick showed up.  But none of them could, or more importantly, wanted to run like Vick.  In hindsight, that was often Vick’s undoing, as he bailed on his progressions much too soon too often, giving defenses an out and often getting hurt in the process.  He has some years left to make improvements, but his passing ability is simply too one-dimensional; great strength but little touch.  That is, with the exception of 2010.  It’s no coincidence his most successful season was easily his best passing season:

13 GS, 68.01 QBR, 62.6 Cmp%, 3018 PaYds, 21 TDs, 6 Ints… with 676 RuYds, 6.8 RuAvg, 9 TDs

There are certainly better players in the last two decades, especially when you include Vick’s humble playoff abstract.  But considering the definition of “game-changing,” Vick’s never-before-seen skills at football’s most important position revolutionized the modern NFL unlike anyone else.

Alright Fine, One Dog Photo

Alright Fine, One Dog Photo

Honorable Mention: Peyton Manning and Tom Brady, because they’re maybe the two best quarterbacks ever… and for the token non-QB let’s go with LaDainian Tomlinson, the man ostensibly traded for Vick on draft day.

Major League Baseball

Steroids changed baseball forever, which muddles and clarifies this argument at the same time.  It’s Barry Bonds.

You can argue Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa started the whole thing with their magical 1998 single season home run record quest, but Bonds trumped it and more.  Not only because he smashed McGwire’s record with 73 HRs in one season, not only because he surpassed Hank Aaron’s all-time record of 752 HR, but because he serves as the poster child for PED transformation.  No one was as talented before AND after using steroids.  Not A-Rod.  Not McGwire.  Nobody.

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No One Was Angrier Before And After Either

In the early 1990s, Bonds was simply the Hall of Fame progeny of former MLB all-star Bobby Bonds.  He was well on his way to becoming one of the best players of all time, both offensively and defensively. He was a superstar, despite his abrasive nature, and relished the accolades he’d garnered all his life.  Enter 1998, when he watched his NL throne (Ken Griffey Jr. owned the AL) usurped by two massive, 500-foot homer smashing guys in St. Louis and Chicago.  What were McGwire and Sosa doing to make themselves so good?  Bonds knew, of course, and he couldn’t stand missing out on the fame and fortune steroids provided.

His body transformation is the butt of many jokes, as it should be.  His head and feet size increased significantly, as well as his body.  Well so did his stats.  In the 5 seasons from 2000-2004 and between the ages of 35 and 39, he won 4 MVPs, hit 258 HR, posted an 872:316 walk-to-strikeout ratio, and earned an OPS of 1.316.  That doesn’t even sound real.  He was so feared teams would often walk him with no one on base, and he was once intentionally walked with the bases loaded!  The best player of our generation was now arguably the best player ever.

As Bonds chased down Hank Aaron’s all-time home run mark, the heat approached nuclear on the steroid issue.  As years have passed cheaters have been caught, suspended, caught again, subpoenaed, brought before congress, or disowned by most of baseball, evident by the recent Hall of Fame vote when no one was selected.  Even still, drugs are an unfortunate part of the game’s history (though they were technically legal).  As time crawls by and the scope of the problem becomes clearer in the rearview mirror, the opinion of Bonds is almost softening, because we don’t really know what to think of it all.  All we know is Bonds is the example used by both sides of the argument… and our argument.

(Both Sides Of The Argument)

(Both Sides Of The Argument)

Honorable Mention: It’d be nice if I could present to you a (presumably) clean list, but over the last 20 years steroids have defined baseball.  For argument’s sake I’ll go with Griffey Jr., Albert Pujols, Randy Johnson, Pedro Martinez and Mariano Rivera.  Unfortunately, Alex Rodriguez is the appropriate answer.  A-Rod has taken up Bonds’s mantle, both because of his pre and post steroid success, and because he’s equally despised.

National Basketball Association

Now it’s getting tough.  I’d really like to proclaim a tie for this, but that’d be like proclaiming a tie.  No good.  It’s basically one guy’s 2nd half career vs. another guy’s 1st half.  So with a very important honorable mention, I’ll go with Michael Jordan.

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Or Air Jordan If You Prefer

At first thought I’m crazy to suggest otherwise.  He’s the best player ever.  It’s blasphemy!  But remember, in the last twenty years we only have half of Jordan’s resumé.  Since 1993, it includes three retirements, a mediocre one-year stint in AA baseball and an awkward two seasons in Washington to round out his NBA career.  On the other hand, he has 4 titles, numerous awards, all while looming as the richest marketing juggernaut in sports history.  Sure my 20-year deadline is a technicality, and it’s fair to include at least a residual effect of Jordan’s monumental achievements prior to ’93, but there’s a significant argument to be made that LeBron James deserves the most game-changing title in the last two decades.  (For those of you who expected me to say Kobe, you’re excused).

Jordan, though, made basketball the most popular sport on the continent for most of the 1990s.  His dominance was everywhere.  On the court, he played with a nightmarish intensity every single game.  He employed a relentless offensive and defensive attack, and like many of top athletes he seemed to always improve.  He began as an average shooter only to become one of the best ever.  When age began to catch up to him he developed his famous fadeaway jumper,  the most unguardable shot ever behind Kareem Abdul-Jabbar’s skyhook.  If you like numbers, he accomplished the following (I’ll go with his whole career for simplicity’s sake):

5 MVPs, 6 NBA titles, 6 Finals MVPs, Rookie of the Year (1983), Defensive Player of the Year (1988), 10x All-NBA First Team, 9x All-Defensive First Team, 14x All-Star…

27.9 PER, 32,000+ Points, 2500+ Steals, 5600+ Assists,  6600+ Rebounds, Career 49.7 FG%, Career Playoff 28.6 PER, Career Playoff 48.7 FG%…

Merciful Christ.  The only noteworthy “mediocre” part of his game was his 3-point shooting and turnovers.  Some like to point out he played against softer competition, but keep in mind in his era hand-checking and hard fouls were commonplace.  Had he not retired twice, who knows how far apart he’d stand from the rest?

Off the court, he was the most recognizable athlete on the planet.  Endorsements with the likes of Nike and McDonalds, commercials, books, a clothing line and even the movie Space Jam all served as conduits for his larger-than-life persona.  In fact, in regards to Nike alone he might be the most game-changing athlete of all time, since the golden age of endorsement deals dawned with Jordan’s success.  Incredibly, he still makes an estimated $60 million per year from his stake in the Air Jordan brand.

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I Assume This Refers To The Fact Newton Never Made 60 Mil

Honorable Mention: King James is simply the most physically dominant basketball player since Shaquille O’Neal, if not ever.  The fact LeBron not only can, but consistently does guard every position on the court at an elite level is astounding.  His lack of a Defensive POY award is criminal.  Early in the 2012-13 season, he guarded Utah’s star center Al Jefferson in the 4th quarter, limiting Jefferson to maybe 2 or 3 touches.  Literally.  The next night, he guarded First Team point guard Chris Paul for large chunks of the game and shut him down.  He does this while maintaining Jordan-esque stat lines. He’s en route to his 4th MVP award, and in the brand department he’s a real challenger to becoming the first billionaire athlete.  But it’s clear while his 8+ years in the league have been nothing short of spectacular, he needs a few more years, rings and shoe designs to compete with His Airness.  As for Kobe, he’d be my fourth choice, behind James, Shaq and Kevin Garnett (as he was the catalyst of late 90s prep-to-pro players).  I don’t care if Jordan would start a franchise with Kobe… his judgement of talent is the one thing he’s terrible at.

National Hockey League

You see the pattern here, right?  The choices are getting harder, the answers as definitive as a bar room census.  Well here’s an easy one…

Nope.  Still hard.  Because it’s not Wayne Gretzky.

First of all, like Jordan, most of Gretzky’s dominance was prior to our 20-year cutoff.  Now, as with Jordan I’m going to acknowledge the legacy he built before ’93 was so mythical even his post-’93 shadow is tough to consider as anything but game-changing.  And it is.  But here’s the catch:  With Jordan, people felt he could still be matched or surpassed, even after he retired.  Whether through Kobe Bryant, Vince Carter or LeBron James, people felt – and still feel – like the NBA’s all-time crown is attainable.  In the NHL, Gretzky is so far ahead of anyone else (other than Bobby Orr) that by the time Mario Lemieux first retired and Scott Stevens almost killed Eric Lindros people just set him aside in his own category.  His legacy didn’t change the game because nobody could ever hope to duplicate it.  Sure, there are some born within our 20-year timeline who think Sidney Crosby will compare, but everyone grows up sometime…

So apply that context to the 90s hockey scene.  Most hockey fans and pro hockey brass were asking a lot of “what nows?” and “who’s next?” Who can we adore and idolize now that the best has left us?  Who can transcend and change the game?

Hockey is last for a reason.  This isn’t easy.  But out of the long list of candidates, I’ll go with the player who redefined the power forward prototype, the aforementioned Eric Lindros.

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He’s The Mutant On The Left

Let’s start with the setting.  Throughout the 80s and early 90s scoring in the NHL was the highest it had been in 50 years.  After the player’s strike in 1994, things began to change.  Over the next decade scoring declined significantly, as defensive systems (the trap) and lax penalty standards suffocated the skill game.  Eric Lindros entered the league in 1992, the early stages of this transition… and he was perfect for the new NHL.

Lindros entered the league amidst incredible hype, proclaimed as hockey’s next Cam Neely and Messiah.  He was selected #1 overall by the Quebec Nordiques in 1991, only to be traded to the Philadelphia Flyers shortly thereafter in the weirdest draft saga ever (just look it up).  Upon finally making his league debut in 1992, Lindros quickly became stardom’s VIP.  He could score, pass, hit, and fight at an elite level; his punishing style of play made him the most devastating force in hockey.  In his first 5 seasons he had one of the highest PPG averages of all time.  He captained the Flyers and anchored the famous “Legion of Doom” line with John LeClair and Mikael Renberg. In his 1995 MVP season he scored 47 goals, 115 points, 163 penalty minutes and was +26  in only 73 games.

He formed the mold for what NHL teams lusted after in the new gritty league: Big and fast with a scoring touch.  Joe Thornton, Vincent Lecavalier, Rick Nash and Eric Staal were #1 picks for a reason.  Guys like Jarome Iginla, Jason Arnott or Glen Murray became prized possessions.  In junior, size and strength became baseline qualities in scouts’ eyes.  If you were small, you better be other-worldly to stand out among the big boys.  In other words, Lindros had an almost Vick-like effect on the National Hockey League and its farm systems alike.

What makes Lindros such a debatable pick is his longevity.  For about 3 years he stood atop the sandpile, but his reckless style wore him down with injury (he sounds like Vick more and more).  After the Scott Stevens hit (and a convenient contract dispute) kept him out of hockey for a year with a concussion, he was never the same.  He experienced 8 concussions throughout his career.  Even so, every team sought “the next Eric Lindros” all the way through the 2004-05 lockout.  Even after the missed season, someone remotely approaching Lindros’s blend of speed and size is an indispensable commodity.

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So Long As Stevens Doesn’t Come Out Of Retirement

Honorable Mention: Gretzky, Lemieux, Mark Messier, Brett Hull & Steve Yzerman were all at their peak before 1993 and certainly better than Lindros.  Jaromir Jagr and Nicklas Lidstrom were contemporaries of Lindros and deserve mention.  Patrick Roy, Martin Brodeur and Dominik Hasek were the goalie considerations, but Jacques Plante and Vladislav Tretiak beat them to the “game-changing” punch decades earlier.

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To conclude, the question of “Who are the most game-changing athletes in the last 20 years?” produces a good argument, as prefaced in the introduction.  Even though “game-changing” is a simple enough specification, it’s hard to divorce yourself from the best players.  How is Manning or Brady less impactful than Vick?  How are the second half of Jordan’s and Gretzky’s careers even questioned?  Why is Bonds not ignored completely in light of his steroid use?  All fair points.  But if you’re old enough to have seen the above actually play, you can’t deny their indelible impact on their respective sports, and the sports world in general.

(Stats) History Likes Oilers 3rd Straight #1 Pick

Bring on another.

For the 3rd straight year the Edmonton Oilers held the 1st overall pick in the NHL draft.  For the 3rd straight year they used it on the consensus #1 prospect.

In 2012 that prospect was Nail Yakupov.

And history likes Nail Yakupov.

Look, he was almost daring people to question it

The pick succeeded weeks of debate regarding the best course of action for a team full of precocious young talent.  Should they add Nail Yakupov to their already stacked forward core?  Or should they draft a sorely needed defenseman, even if the full potential of such a pick may not be seen for years?

Then of course there was the multitude of trade options that may or may not have been available.  Did teams consider trading a top rearguard straight-up for the #1 pick?  Did the Islanders really offer Columbus every pick they had to move up to #2?  Did they offer the same to Edmonton?

Who knows?  Who cares?  The Oilers have Yakupov.

Now the question becomes “How well will he do on a team with this much young talent up front?”  He’ll likely start the season on the second line thanks to Taylor Hall’s and Jordan Eberle’s winger status, but he’ll certainly pile up first line minutes during stretches of the season.  It will be interesting to see if he plays his way into a defined role early or if he’ll get frustrated with the competition for top ice time and struggle.

That’s just the short term.  Looking ahead, will he stay in Edmonton past his rookie contract?  Will he ever bail on the NHL like Alexander Radulov?  Will he even be good?

History tells us he’ll be just fine.

So let’s get nerdy for a minute.

In this flask contains NHL statistics. *Mcglyvin Hm-ah*

Since the lockout in 2004-2005, all but one top pick (defenseman Erik Johnson in 2006) was used to select a forward.  Of those forwards, only the two most recent – Oilers’ Hall and Ryan Nugent-Hopkins – have not made an all-star team (RNH was selected to the all-star rookie squad last year but didn’t play due to injury).

Including Alexander Ovechkin, whose rookie season would’ve been ’04-’05, and Jordan Staal (drafted #2 overall in 2006), here are the season averages of the highest drafted post-lockout forwards:

72.7 Games Played – 32 Goals – 40.7 Assists – 72.8 Points

Pretty stellar.  Very stellar considering none of them are older than 26.

Now a wise guy could point out those numbers would be lower if outliers like future Hall-of-Famers Ovechkin and Sidney Crosby weren’t included in that list.  That wise guy would be right.  He’d also be an asshole.

So let’s go further back in time (or is it farther?  Einstein never really explained the grammatical rules of the space-time continuum).

“How far back in time, Doc?”

To 1997 Marty.

Joe Thornton is the last active forward to be drafted 1st overall.  Since then only Johnson and goaltenders Marc-Andre Fleury (2003) and Rick DiPietro (2000) obstructed a forward sweep of top overall picks.  So counting Jordan Staal and #2 overall selections Eric Staal (2003) and Dany Heatley (2000), here are the season averages since 1997:

74.5 Games Played – 30 Goals – 38.8 Assists – 68.6 Points

Still Awesome.  If you tell me Yakupov will pot 30 goals and nearly 70 points every season I’d say “да, то просьба.”

(That’s “yes, please” in Russian… no big deal)

I know, I’m assuming he’ll play in Edmonton a long time.  Apropos of history, it doesn’t say he will. But for argument’s sake just go with it.

Now just for fun, let’s go back even further.  Let’s go to 1969.

Now you’re just getting crazy

It was the first year when anyone between 17 and 20 could be drafted (today it’s 18-20).  Rejean Houle starts the list, and it includes Wendel Clark who was drafted as a defenseman in 1985:

67.8 Games Played – 25 Goals – 34.9 Assists – 59.9 Points

Not bad.  That’s including superstars like Blair Chapman and Brian Lawton (who?).  However, it also includes 6 HOFers like Guy Lafleur, Mario Lemieux and the recently inducted Mats Sundin.

On a more basic level, the top retired guys on the list of #1 forwards played an average of 13.5 seasons in their careers.

Sign me up.

If Yakupov gives the Oilers over a decade of above-replacement play at a reasonable price then so what if it’s not HOF calibre?  It’s why people who bash Chris Phillips going #1 in 1996 don’t really know what they’re talking about.

Of course, the above breakdowns don’t include other stats which help indicate a player’s true worth.  Plus/minus, hits, face-offs, penalty minutes, ice time et al. will be some of the statistical categories used to judge Yakupov’s early campaigns.

Furthermore, they’re not even Yakupov’s stats.  He could be better or worse than these averages.

They also include the players’ entire career stats.  If Yakupov struggles in his first couple seasons it doesn’t mean he’ll end up a bum.

Or worse…

But it’s easy to want gaudy stats, and judging by recent history it’s easy to see why.  We’ve been spoiled.

Ovechkin, Crosby, Patrick Kane, Steven Stamkos and John Tavares were all drafted in the last 10 years.

These days top picks seem to be virtual locks to have fast, all-star starts to their careers.  Couple that with Yakupov’s style and skill set and I understand the high expectations.

I know I’ll be in the minority if I’m giving Yakupov a pass should he post mediocre rookie or sophomore numbers.

But that shouldn’t happen.  History says he’ll be good – soon and throughout his career.

And history is always right…

…Except that time

Pacquiao-Bradley: I Saw it Live and Whatever

On my sports bucket list, right near the top, was written “Watch Championship Boxing Match in Las Vegas.”

So I attended the Manny Pacquiao vs. Timothy Bradley fight last Saturday.

They’re in there somewhere, I swear.

And wow.  In case you didn’t hear, it was a big deal.

Now as an aspiring sports broadcaster I have some boxing knowledge, but sitting next to some of the people who cover the sport for a living, it’s not enough to fully appreciate the importance of this fight’s outcome.

It was one of the most controversial decisions in boxing history.  I could at least sense that.

The lead-up to the fight was an anticipation factory – tantamount to the moment before the lead act hits the stage.  Then for the next hour, the pent-up energy of 17,000 patrons slowly drained away amidst 12 cathartic rounds of fisticuffs.

That was supposed to be it.  Excitement over.  Entertainment quota filled.  Another win for Pacquiao…

If you look closely, you still won’t see anyone you recognize

The crowd went bananas as Michael Buffer announced the split-decision verdict.  Chants of “BULLSHIT!” rang throughout the arena concourse and spilled out into the hotel.  The twitter world essentially collapsed.  Now the WBA is reviewing the fight.

Along with the obvious surprise, I couldn’t help feeling some excitement.  I witnessed something historical after all.

But as a sports fan, as someone who grew up alongside the deathbed of boxing, grew up seeing the MMA surpass it’s ancestor on the sports relevancy list, I was disappointed.

Even though I couldn’t immediately comprehend the entirety of the scandal, I could imagine the blow a decision like this could inflict on boxing’s reputation.  I felt the world groan “not again” and heard the “conspiracy” and “fixing” whispers permeate the boxing narrative being broadcast across the globe.

Holding a press credential (courtesy Star Point Radio’s Mike Evans), I was sitting with other sports writers during the bout.  I pretended to know what I was doing as I eavesdropped on the professionals and how they interpreted the match.

In between getting them to take photos of me. I totally fit in…

So take it from the pros… it wasn’t close.

After the second round, one writer had it tied.  Another had Manny up 2-0.  As we learned after the fight, Bradley fractured his foot during the round and wasn’t the same since.  It showed.  The next six rounds belonged to Pacquiao.  His quick, powerful strikes connected with ease as Bradley seemed to only care about escaping each round upright.

It’s not often you see a boxer embrace the latter half of the “fight or flight” maxim.  Maybe that’s why he said after the fight he needed to watch the tape to see if he actually won?

Bradley going “Professor X” at the post-fight press conference

The press conference was buzzing.  Of the ten pundits I spoke to, the lowest score awarded in Pacquiao’s favor – and they were all in Pacquiao’s favor – was 116-112.  That’s 8 rounds to 4.  Some even had PacMan winning 11 of 12 rounds.  In other words, it was so one-sided in the eyes of so many that the judges’ decision couldn’t be more absurd.

You’d have to be very ignorant to convince yourself boxing is clean.  It should be easy to see why a sport with judges could be a lucrative enterprise if you were in a position to influence them.  Still, you’d think they’d pick a closer fight to rig, instead of telling everyone how awesome it is to cheat and get away with it.

“What?”

But of course there’s no smoking gun to prove it, so what’s the point?

I noticed that sentiment, too.  Boxing, no matter how corrupt, will survive.  The pay-per-view numbers were fine, and the MGM crowd happily paid the $500-plus for tickets.  Part of it has to do with the high class stigma attached with attending a boxing match.  It’s a hot place to see and be seen.  The stands were scattered with celebrities like Mark Whalberg, Nicki Minaj, Jeremy Renner and Luc Wilson.

But the pay-per-view buyers don’t care.  They love boxing.  They love its simplicity.  It’s ostensibly the oldest sport in history; it’s the most basic, primal competition around.  It’s champions are easy to identify with; you can see their faces, their personalities, their talents.

Plus everyone knows what it means to punch someone in the face.

Timothy Bradley knows more than most…

Even still, it’s wearisome to see such blatant irresponsibility rock the boxing world just when people were excited to see it rise again.  It won’t kill boxing, but it will keep it low on the list.

At least now I can take it off my bucket list.

Surprise, Surprise NFL Teams Overreach for Quarterbacks

It was Weeden this whole time

“OH GOD!  A QUARTERBACK!  HE’S RIGHT THERE TAKE HIM!!!”

“But he isn’t even that good.”

“BUT HE COULD BE!  HE COULD BE THE NEXT JOHN ELWAY!”

“Or he could be JaMarcus Russell.”

“BUT… HE’S A QUARTERBACK!”

The above is a conversation (word-for-word obviously) at least half the NFL teams encountered in their draft day war room last week.  It’s inevitable.  Today’s NFL is so dependent on top talent QB that if you don’t have one, you better get one immediately.  For some that means doling out the cash in free agency or working the trade machine, but for the rest it comes down to the draft.

But what continues to amaze me is how so many GMs ignore the fact there isn’t enough good QBs to fill that need.  Even in a league with more 4000 yard passers than ever, half the teams still toil with unsatisfactory field generals.  The spectrum has simply grown wider.  So at the draft, those teams will go out of their way – sometimes wayyy out of their way – to draft someone on even the slightest chance they’ll be good.

Even if he’s not a quarterback…

But what’s even more amazing is how no one seems to blame them anymore; such is the way of the new NFL.  Last year, the Tennessee Titans selected Jake Locker with the 8th selection, the Jacksonville Jaguars took Blaine Gabbert with the 10th pick and the Minnesota Vikings grabbed Christian Ponder with the 12th.  It’s too early to tell, but they are the front runners for last year’s “Overdrafted Quarterback Award.”  It’s extremely unlikely all three will be consistent starters, especially since the next draft – this draft – provided the same speculation.

This year there are two candidates for the “OQA.”  Ryan Tannehill, taken 8th by the Dolphins, and Brandon Wheedon (22 by Cleveland) were both projected at the end or entirely outside of the first round earlier in the year.  But as always, the leadup to the draft rocketed their value into the first round.  To be nominated for the award, I like to limit it to 1st round quarterbacks only.  You’ll notice I didn’t include Andrew Luck or Robert Griffin III, because their draft positions pretty well matched their draft projections from the end of the college football season.

Anyway, in regards to the guys above, it could work out; you can convince me both Tannehill and Wheedon are better than last years equivalents.  Or it could be a wasted first round pick that their franchises could’ve used  to select any of the other eleven starting positions.

Alot of my angst stems from the Vikings’ (my favorite team, against better judgement) Christian Ponder pick last year.  I come from the school of thought which believes the best way to build a team is from the lines out; if you have holes on the O-line and/or D-line, start there.  So when the Vikes went after Ponder with the 12th pick, with plenty of other positions to fill (like the O-line) it was infuriating.  Not because I don’t like Ponder – I do – but because it’s irresponsible to bring in a project QB when you don’t have the talent around him for him to succeed.  Colt McCoy is a recent example of this, but at least the Browns had the sense to draft him in the 3rd round.

Just a real sledge hammer short of Colt McCoy's actual job in 2 years

Just a real sledge hammer short of Colt McCoy’s actual job in 2 years

The hole in my argument is the success of many of the OQA candidates.  Dante Culpepper, Joe Flacco and Ben Roethlisberger are a few who come to mind.   Ultimately, it’s impossible to tell who will be good, but there a few ways to make a good guess.  First of all, look at the team who’s doing the drafting.  Ben Roethlisberger was drafted by a Pittsburgh Steelers team coming off their worst season in years, but they still had a ton of pieces in place.  Sure enough, he thrived in his rookie season en route to a Superbowl.  Second, simply compare the guy to other draft classes.  It sounds simple, but it’s weird how teams will forget the relativity of a draft class: just because someone is the best in Year X doesn’t mean he isn’t average when you include the guys in Years Y and Z.

Back to Ponder.  The Vikings clearly like him.  Maybe they really do think he’s comparable to not only Cam Newton and the other 2011 QBs but the ones drafted before him too.  And to be fair, they were just a year removed from going to the NFC Championship game, so they had decent pieces around Ponder.  Plus, Donovan McNabb wasn’t supposed to stink as much as he did, resulting in Ponder getting promoted earlier than desired.  Still, the risk-reward is questionable with these guys.  Their like new cars, once you drive them off the lot their value is immediately and significantly less.  Meaning if it doesn’t work out, you’ll be lucky to get anything for him in a trade.

For Sale: Used Ferrari 458. $100 or Best Offer!

Even if the player was a very high pick, one year of average or poor play can scare teams away for good, probably because they can just pick a “franchise quarterback” of their own in the next draft.  Which brings me to my final point: why reach for a quarterback when the next year will provide you with another one of the same or greater potential?  Or at least the same or greater hype.  Every year the quarterback class is pumped up to the point where there’s at least a couple of “franchise quarterbacks.”  Even if the teams know better, the fans don’t.  This is important.  If you’re an NFL GM with an expiring contract or a string of unsuccessful seasons, why wouldn’t you draft one of these hyped up QBs to at least buy you some time.  The fans will talk themselves into the guy and you’ll have all season to look forward to selecting another 1st round QB at next year’s draft.  We all like to think GMs are above such things and will put the team and their fans first.  Sadly, many of them have conversations like this:

“OH MAN, ANOTHER QB!  LET’S TAKE HIM!”

“But we drafted one last year.  Shouldn’t we give another year or two before we replace him?”

“UHHH NO THAT BUM IS FINISHED!!  THIS GUY IS THE NEXT PEYTON MANNING!”

“Or -”

“- BESIDES, I NEED TO BUY THAT FERRARI 458 I SAW FOR SALE!”

Mini-trip to Minny

Last year the sports editor for our school paper went to New Jersey for a Devils’ game, wrote about it, and garnered fame far across the land.  In an effort to procure similar attention I’ve decided to summarize my Vikings’ game experience during a trip to the Twin Cities last weekend.

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20 bucks.  That’s all it cost me for 50-yard-line tickets to a game against the Detroit Lions.  One guy said that’s all it’s worth, since the Lions are more like lambs, but I later concluded he was senile and probably a croquette fan, since the Vikings alone made it a steal.  I received some added entertainment value for my purchase when the scalpers I was bartering with nearly started a brawl outside the stadium.

“Don’t (expletive) buy off that guy,” argued scalper #1, followed by a “go (expletive) yourself” and a feigned right hook from scalper #2.  All in front of simple families, children, and probably a nun somewhere.

The passion, people!  You haven’t seen it if you haven’t seen football in America.

The game’s result was as expected. Peterson, Favre and Sidney Rice illustrated why the Vikings are awesome and why the Lions are brutal.  But aside from that there were plenty of other highlights.

Everyone beaks Americans for their eating habits, and the stereotype was strengthened after witnessing the gallons of beer, soda and popcorn the vendors dished out.  You know when you get a large popcorn at an event and say “man I’m a donkey, who the hell can eat this much popcorn?”  Well multiply that large popcorn by two and the fine people from the “Land of 10,000 Lakes” still don’t have that problem.  In fact they say, “you know what would go great with this? A couple of foot-longs and a gallon of beer.”

The Metrodome itself is pretty impressive.  It’s basically Commonwealth Stadium with a roof.  Throw in 64,000 screaming, purple-clad fans and it’s easy to see why it’s one of the loudest stadiums in North America.  It was contagious – and quasi-scary.  After a blown helmet-to-helmet call, I was sure everyone wanted to rape and pillage some distant country.  The Scandinavian cheer they do probably had something to do with it.

Don’t forget about the camouflage.  I’m a hunter myself, but I’ve never thought of any place other than the great outdoors to sport camo gear.  Well in Minny they love their Cabela’s as much as we love Tim Horton’s, so promoting it in as many places as possible is the thing to do.

Aside from that, though, the stadium is a lot like Rexall – old with narrow concourses.  Plus it has only two small “big screens,” which may have kept AP from posting three TD’s in the game.

A new stadium is first on the Vikes’ list of things to do, which is great since the Wild’s Xcell Energy Center in St. Paul is first class, not to mention the Gopher’s football stadium.

The city is comparable to Edmonton as well.  Sure the cold weather is the same (or nice weather if you want to take the current situation) but it has that rural, blue-collar feel to it, with a nice river-valley and a passion for hockey.

So if you want a home-away-from-home and a great sports city, then Minny is a good place to check out.

Just save room for the popcorn.